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reremouse.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Sep. 22nd, 2005 03:47 pm)Pairing: Xander, Spike
Rating: Mature
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Notes: 500 for the drugs challenge. This is the short version. A longer ongoing version is going on in my journal.
Xander scrapes sweaty hands over his scalp. Stubble prickles against his fingers because it seemed like a good way to beat the heat yesterday.
His head is shaped like an egg.
A man in a red coat careens off Xander's shoulder and he skitters sideways, reverberations of the strike making his skin hum.
He scratches and circles around a woman with expensive shoes.
He dated Cordelia. He knows expensive shoes.
And he might have said that out loud because he feels eyes on him as he rambles his way down the street.
He should listen to what he's saying; it might be important.
"Why is a knish a knish? Would it be a knish without the k?"
Maybe not.
But there are knishes. Xander mutters and fumbles his way through getting a cheese knish.
It's got broccoli in it but that's okay -
"Broccoli's good for you," the guy behind the counter says.
"Okay." Xander walks away without his change.
The knish is warm in his hands and it smells like cheddar and metal.
It burns his tongue so he can't taste the metal anymore and he keeps eating because he's hungry and then he licks the napkin and pieces of paper melt into his tongue.
He uses his fingers to rub them off and drops them onto the sidewalk.
Then he goes back and picks them up and shoves them into his pockets because he doesn't leave DNA behind because with DNA, someone could build a better Xander.
And if someone could build a better Xander - why wouldn't they?
This model is deeply flawed, and must be eradicated.
The thought sparks something inside and he walks more quickly. Bump, brush, shudder and shamble. Dances around a group of school kids who part around his legs like a shoal of fish and he breaks into a run.
This model is deeply flawed and must be eradicated.
Xander runs faster; he doesn't want to be eradicated.
It's getting hotter and he drags his nails over his scalp.
People are yelling now and it's getting dark because the sun is going down and the yelling brings vampires so Xander leaps a railing and scrambles down the embankment.
Tackled, held down, and the needle's in his vein again.
He howls, bucking against the weight holding him down because it hurts it -
Xander wakes up calm.
He's sore and bruised and pretty sure if he looks down there's gonna be something he doesn't like - like restraints or a hospital gown.
He sneaks a peek.
He's handcuffed to Spike.
There's no hospital gown though. He's naked.
"What happened this time?"
"Got away from us," Spike says and sits on the edge of the bed. Xander's left wrist is cuffed to Spike's right, leaving Spike's left free to run over his scalp where things feel bristly.
Xander has a vague memory of hair falling. He reaches for the injection site on his arm. It stings. He relaxes.
Spike's fingers are cool on him.
Rating: Mature
Author:
reremouseNotes: 500 for the drugs challenge. This is the short version. A longer ongoing version is going on in my journal.
Xander scrapes sweaty hands over his scalp. Stubble prickles against his fingers because it seemed like a good way to beat the heat yesterday.
His head is shaped like an egg.
A man in a red coat careens off Xander's shoulder and he skitters sideways, reverberations of the strike making his skin hum.
He scratches and circles around a woman with expensive shoes.
He dated Cordelia. He knows expensive shoes.
And he might have said that out loud because he feels eyes on him as he rambles his way down the street.
He should listen to what he's saying; it might be important.
"Why is a knish a knish? Would it be a knish without the k?"
Maybe not.
But there are knishes. Xander mutters and fumbles his way through getting a cheese knish.
It's got broccoli in it but that's okay -
"Broccoli's good for you," the guy behind the counter says.
"Okay." Xander walks away without his change.
The knish is warm in his hands and it smells like cheddar and metal.
It burns his tongue so he can't taste the metal anymore and he keeps eating because he's hungry and then he licks the napkin and pieces of paper melt into his tongue.
He uses his fingers to rub them off and drops them onto the sidewalk.
Then he goes back and picks them up and shoves them into his pockets because he doesn't leave DNA behind because with DNA, someone could build a better Xander.
And if someone could build a better Xander - why wouldn't they?
This model is deeply flawed, and must be eradicated.
The thought sparks something inside and he walks more quickly. Bump, brush, shudder and shamble. Dances around a group of school kids who part around his legs like a shoal of fish and he breaks into a run.
This model is deeply flawed and must be eradicated.
Xander runs faster; he doesn't want to be eradicated.
It's getting hotter and he drags his nails over his scalp.
People are yelling now and it's getting dark because the sun is going down and the yelling brings vampires so Xander leaps a railing and scrambles down the embankment.
Tackled, held down, and the needle's in his vein again.
He howls, bucking against the weight holding him down because it hurts it -
Xander wakes up calm.
He's sore and bruised and pretty sure if he looks down there's gonna be something he doesn't like - like restraints or a hospital gown.
He sneaks a peek.
He's handcuffed to Spike.
There's no hospital gown though. He's naked.
"What happened this time?"
"Got away from us," Spike says and sits on the edge of the bed. Xander's left wrist is cuffed to Spike's right, leaving Spike's left free to run over his scalp where things feel bristly.
Xander has a vague memory of hair falling. He reaches for the injection site on his arm. It stings. He relaxes.
Spike's fingers are cool on him.
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You lure us in with pseudo!junkie!Xander and then whammy us with delusional-except-when-drugged!Xander. Wonderful stuff. :D
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